He Nods, Tries To Hide His Internal, Completely Unreasonable Panic. It's A Plant. They All Die Eventually,

he nods, tries to hide his internal, completely unreasonable panic. it's a plant. they all die eventually, so what if his happens to die a lot quicker than most ? he’s managed to keep it alive for the last hour, which in it itself feels like a wild accomplishment. " you know what, you're right. it'll be fine. i'll be fine. i mean, i'm a dog dad. plants have got to be easier, right ? way easier. " except his dog, charlie, was difficult to forget about. wouldn't let you forget when he needed fed, or walked. soon a heavy sigh emits, regret kicking in deep. " but now that i'm thinking about it, i don't think i need the plant. my moods great, i don't even have stress, " he says, whilst being visible stressed. dealt with so much bigger and impactful responsibilities in his life so he's not quite sure why this one scares him so much. " so do you, uh . . . want a free plant ? "

alyssa couldn’t help but smile at ace's flustered explanation. his earnest struggle with the concept of plant care was endearing, and she found his awkwardness rather charming. “ ace, you’re not doomed,” she said, trying to suppress a laugh. “ honestly, a little plant isn’t as high-maintenance as you think. if you can manage caffeine intake, you can definitely manage watering a plant. and yes, setting reminders is a great idea. as for ‘plants for dummies,’ i'm sure they exist—or at least a quick online search will do the trick. trust me, you’ve got this. just remember, plants are pretty forgiving as long as you show them a bit of love and attention.” her tone was warm and reassuring, aiming to lift his spirits and ease his anxiety about the seemingly trivial task.

Mal's Gilmore Girls rewatch: Lost and Found 2.15

" don't they have patches for that ? " noa questions, again trying not to sound judgmental. everyone has an addiction, hers just so happens to be shopping. it's a habit she deems to be pretty healthy, but her credit card bills may beg to differ. " yes, intensive. i'm very thourough. by the time we’re done i’ll know what you need more than you do. ” smile reappears when he agrees to sign up, hand extending forward. “ give me your phone, i’ll put in my business number and we can arrange for you to come into the office when you’re free.”

"yeah, i know," leon chuckles softly as he nods his head. "i've been smoking since i was sixteen though. so, it's really hard to quit." he doesn't tell her that he's tried a few times, but he always relapses and goes back to smoking even more. he's trying to cut his intake, but it's too damn difficult. he wishes he never started smoking in the first place. "intensive, huh?" his curiosity sparks up. he's been interviewed before, sure, but mostly about his music. this seems more... personal. and it sounds like a risk worth taking. it could be fun. he'll probably regret it when he's seventy if he doesn't do it now. "okay. i'm in."

" that all sounds amazing, " nova replies, bright smile. " there's something about fall that just makes everything feel so cozy, don't you think ? " the darker nights, wrapping up warm, a greater sense of togetherness. it might just be one of her favourite times of the year. " you can't go wrong with banana bread, but those pumpkin-shaped cookies ? that’s such a good idea. do they come in different designs, or is it just the pumpkins ? because personally, i think little ghosts would be adorable. "

" doesn't it? " hadley smiled at the other. caffeine was honestly one of her daily essentials. at least one cup a day because she needed to be awake. especially when working slightly longer shifts at the bakery. a lot of the items were new things they were trying out and selling to hopefully get the fall vibe going more. " you got it. well. one of my co-workers has added apple fritters to the list, pumpkin pie, banana bread, pumpkin shaped cookies. i'm not sure if any of those spark your interest but i must say... they are SO good. " hadley felt the same way when it came to choosing a dessert. anything with apple or cinnamon and she was entirely sold.

words hit her hard, so much so that despite her best attempt to hide it, her lower lip visibly trembles. noa has confidence in abundance and most of the time it’s genuine, unwavering, but one thing she doesn’t deal well with is rejection. it’s something she’s felt almost her entire life from her mother. it never seemed to matter how much effort she put into building a connection, it simply never came. it’s a feeling that fills her with the idea that maybe she is just too much to handle. has her wondering if perhaps despite helping others find love, her antics may just scare away any real possibility she has at finding it for herself. “ fine, ” she retorts, and for the first time in— well, ever, there is no dramatics. only defeat. sadness. a desire to get out of there before the waterworks begin, though already she can feel the sting in her eyes. “ if that’s what you want, emma, then consider your wish granted. i’ll leave you alone. for good. ” with a deep breath is drawn in she’s turning on her heels, tear dropping onto cheek the moment her face is out of view. “ have a nice life, ” is all she manages before she’s walking away, familiar pep in her step nowhere to be seen.

the  confusion  on  noa's  face  is  unsurprising;  hell,  even  emma  could  agree  that  her  words  don't  make  much  sense  at  this  point.  it's  true  that  she  finds  noa  annoying,  but  not  for  the  reasons  that  she  might  think.  in  fact  it  has  nothing  to  do  with  noa,  pretty  much  about  how  emma  feels  about  her,  and  yet  she  couldn't  bring  herself  to  admit  it  out  loud.  “  well,  yeah,  you're  still  annoying  but  you're  the  one  who  said  you  won't  dull  yourself  to  satisfy  me,  so  just  don’t.  ”  whatever  that  means,  right  ?  she  likes  noa  just  the  way  she  is,  which  is  also  part  of  the  problem,  but  there's  no  way  she'd  say  it  to  her  face  like  this.  “  maybe  i  just  don't  want  to  be  friends  with  you  anymore,  noa.  how  about  that  ?  ”  there's  a  hint  of  sadness  in  her  words  this  time,  although  she  makes  sure  to  not  let  it  overwhelm  her.  “  just  leave  me  the  fuck  alone,  ”  she  breathes,  “  please.  ”

— Olivia Rodrigo